I was already envisioning my wardrobe for the next six weeks involving loose dresses that would be easier to get on and off.
“You all right in there?” Dawson rumbled on the other side of the door.
He must have heard me struggling.
This wasnothow I wanted to get naked with this man. But I didn’t see much option.
“Um… if you promise to shut your eyes, could you help a little?”
A throaty chuckle made it through the door. His voice was low and gruff, like rusted steel. “Yes, ma’am, I’d bemorethan happy to help.”
He opened the door and looked at me sitting on the toilet seat, my clothes half-on.
“You’re supposed to shut your eyes,” I told him as he studied me.
“Sure. I just needed to get the lay of the land first. So you want your clothesoff, right?” he asked as he closed his eyes.
“Yes, please.”
I had to admit that he looked absolutely delighted to have this task.
He stepped forward and reached out for me, misjudging. His big hands landed on my shoulders, then one explored its way up my neck to caress my cheek.
“All right. Now I know where I am,” he rumbled.
Then his touch grazed back down, and he accidentally ran a hand across one of my breasts.
I gasped as a shiver of heat raced through me.
“Sorry, Amy. I might have grabbed the wrong spot.” He made it to the hem of my t-shirt. “Okay, hold your arms up.”
I lifted my arms while he inched the shirt up over my head.
To say that I felt exposed would be accurate. And while I did feel vulnerable, I also felt like I was in safe hands.
He got the t-shirt off and sucked in a breath, his voice deeper than I’d heard it before. “Do you need any help with the jeans?”
Was it just me, or had the temperature shot up by a thousand degrees in the last two minutes?
In a squeaky voice I said, “That would be very kind of you.”
His eyes were still shut as he found my waist, hands settling on my hips. “This isdefinitelythe best first date I’ve ever had.”
“Is that what this is? Did you tell me to ride the bull just so you could end up in my house?”
He grinned as he hooked a finger into the band of my jeans and tugged the left side down.
“Yup. You’ve uncovered my evil mastermind plot. This whole thing was just a ruse to get you in bed.”
He tugged my jeans lower until they were down to my ankles. “Lift one of your legs, Amy.”
I lifted my left foot until he got the jeans off, then my right.
And then I was standing here in my bathroom, in just my bra and panties, with this big, rugged mountain hunk.
This proved that I needed to listen to Dee more often. Because thisneverwould have happened if I’d stayed home and watched my favorite show on TV last night.
Dawson was grinning, his hands slipping back up my body now, rubbing across bare skin, setting off fireworks between my thighs.
